“We met at the AL ballfield but haven’t met formally,” Colt said. “I’m Sheriff Hudson, and this is Detective Elizabeth Perez.”
Sticking his hand out, Tad said, “Yes, I remember.” After shaking Colt’s hand, he turned to Elizabeth and said, “Tad Jamieson.” His gaze darted between the two of them, and he said, “Is there anything I can help you with?”
“We’d like to ask you a few questions about your science camp,” Elizabeth said. When out with a detective, Colt preferred to let the detective take the lead. Especially with Elizabeth—it seemed to put people at ease to talk to a woman, giving him the opportunity to observe closely.
Tad’s face registered surprise, but he smiled widely. “I can’t imagine what you’d want to know about our camp, but I’d love to talk to you about it.” Chuckling, he added, “I know it might seem geeky, but I love working with the kids and getting them to love science as much as I do.” He looked back toward the building and said, “Would you like to step inside where it’s cooler?”
Nodding their agreement, they followed him through a side door of the middle school, down a hall, and into a science classroom. Colt noticed the large room with all the desks in the front and the lab tables in the back. It had been many years since he had been in middle school, but like most people entering schools, it always brought back memories.
“I think I was actually in this classroom many years ago,” he said.
Eyes wide, Tad exclaimed, “You’re from here? That’s cool!”
With a slight nod toward Elizabeth, he leaned against the counter and watched as she began her questions.
“Can you tell us about this camp?”
Tad’s gaze jumped between the two of them, and he said, “Sure. My goal is to try to get students excited about the world they live in, and science is all around us. When I decided to come to the Eastern Shore to teach, I knew it was an economically depressed area. And unfortunately, many students from this background don’t realize that there’s a world of opportunity out there for them. But if we wait until high school we may have lost them. I petitioned the school board to offer a science camp for a month in the summer to see if I can capture some of the enthusiasm that the younger students would have, plus give them something constructive to do in the summer. Because I also mentor some teens in high school, this gives me a chance to scope out some potentially needy students.”
Nodding, Elizabeth smiled with enthusiasm and continued, “What are some of the experiments and projects that you teach them?”
His face scrunched in thought, and he said, “Well, last week we did water purifying with charcoal and a simple experiment on whether color affects memory. We also did something really cool with eggs and how sugary drinks can affect the teeth. Eggshells are made of calcium, so we were able to use eggs soaked in various drinks to see how it affected them.” His hands began to wave, and his eyes were bright as he described the experiment.
Colt could see why Jack caught on to Tad’s enthusiasm. He continued to watch him carefully as Elizabeth prodded him more.
“Today it was really exciting because I was teaching them about fire. Most of us never think about what fire is, what makes fire, and how fire can burn at different temperatures.”
“Was this the first fire experiment that you’ve done?”
Shaking his head, he said, “No. We did a fire experiment last week as well. Plus, that’s always something that’s in our curriculum during the school year.” They were quiet for a moment, and Tad tilted his head to the side, and asked, “Can I ask what this is in reference to? I’ll be honest, I’ve never been questioned by the police before.”
“We’ve had some suspicious behavior recently, and it came to our attention that some students were learning about fire from this camp. We have no connection, but we’re just trying to follow up on any line of inquiry.”
Tad nodded, less enthusiastically than before, but still with a great deal of interest.
Standing, Colt asked, “Have you had any student this summer or before that you found to have a particular fascination with fire?”
Shoving his hands into his pockets, Tad said, “Sheriff, I have to tell you that most kids have a fascination with fire. I mean, sure, some kids are afraid of it. I have some that are scared to get near a Bunsen burner. But most students get really excited when we have some kind of an experiment dealing with flame.”
“Anyone in particular?”
Eyes shifting slightly, Tad shook his head slowly. “Not anyone that I noticed. Not anyone that sent off alarms in my head.”
Elizabeth pulled out her card and handed it to Tad. “If you think of anything, please, give me a call.”
He took the card from her, his smile now back firmly on his face, “Sure thing! And if you’re ever in the area on one of the mornings we have our camp, please drop in. The kids would love to get a chance to talk to the Sheriff or a detective!”
Walking back out to their SUV, neither Elizabeth nor Colt said anything until they were driving back to the office. Finally, Elizabeth began to chuckle, and she looked over at Colt and said, “Jesus, was I ever that young?”
Unable to hold his own chuckle in, Colt said, “Not that young or that geeky.” Feeling as though he had not moved the investigation forward at all, he settled his mind toward the evening.
Carrie stared into the bathroom mirror, nervously analyzing everything about her appearance. Her hair was down, unadorned while falling over her shoulders and down her back in soft waves. She had her mother’s dark brown hair, but her father had blessed her with an auburn sheen from his own red hair. Her makeup was slightly heavier than what she wore to work, highlighting her blue eyes and dusting her cheeks with a rosy glow.
She had very few clothes for going out to a nice restaurant; any extra money was spent on Jack or going into savings. But the dress she was wearing was one she had bought several years ago when a friend was getting married. It was deep blue, tight across the bust with a squared neckline that showed a hint of cleavage. The dress continued to be tight down to her waistline where it flared into a flirty skirt that came to mid-thigh. She had bought it knowing that she was going to be dancing at the wedding and was afraid a skintight dress all the way down might be too confining. She discovered the dress had been perfect, loving the way it flounced as she moved.
She heard a noise across the hall and wondered if Colt was ready. He had come home earlier, gone straight into the shower, and she figured it took him a lot less time to get ready than her. She turned back and forth, satisfied with how she looked, and stepped out of the bathroom into the hall.
Colt had just stepped out of his bedroom, and she sucked in a quick breath, taking him all in from bottom to top. Boots. Black dress pants. Midnight blue dress shirt and a matching tie hanging around his neck. As her gaze moved to his clean-shaven, square-jawed face, she jolted seeing his eyes burning straight onto her. She watched in fascination as he also did a head-to-toe scan, and before she knew it, he closed the steps between them, banded his arm around her waist, and jerked her to him.
She squeaked as her body was pressed up against his, but he angled his head, slammed his lips down, and kissed her as though the world was ending in a moment and this was how he wanted to spend his last few seconds.
Wearing heels, she gained a few inches but still felt dwarfed by his size. She clung to his shoulders, feeling the kiss down to her knees, hoping they would continue to hold her up. But then, as tightly as he was crushing her body to his, she did not need to worry about her legs supporting her. The light kisses that he had been giving her had sent tingles throughout, but this kiss was nothing like those. This was giving and taking, asking and demanding, begging and promising.
His tongue thrust into her mouth, and she reveled in the minty taste as he licked and explored every crevice. God, this man can kiss. Inadequacy passed through her mind, knowing that she had never been kissed like this, but with his dominance, she quickly learned what he liked. Dragg
ing her tongue around his, she swallowed his groan, knowing she was doing it exactly right.
Suddenly he pulled his head back, roughly dragging air into his lungs as his eyes lifted to the ceiling as though looking for heavenly guidance. His arms had not released her at all so her breasts continued to move against his chest with every pant.
Dropping his gaze to hers, he said, “I don’t think I can do this.”
She blinked. Twice. Inadequacy shot back through her as well as uncertainty. His arms still had not loosened, so when she spoke, it came out as a mere whisper. “Sorry?”
His tortured gaze moved around her face before dropping to her cleavage, which was now threatening to spill out over the top of her dress, before moving back up to her eyes. “I know we have dinner plans. I wanted to take you out. I wanted to take you out, give you a good meal, show you off. But now all I want to do is drag you into my bedroom, strip this dress off, leave those fuck-me shoes on, and keep you there all night.”
“Okay,” she managed to say, the one word still breathy.
She watched his eyes widen, his pupils dilated with lust, and he groaned, “Don’t say it if you don’t mean it, babe.”
She had got dressed up for dinner and was looking forward to a nice meal on the arm of this man. But right now, after the kiss he just gave her, her nipples tingling, her panties wet, all she wanted was him. “I mean it.”
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Colt’s arms barely loosened, only enough for him to shift down a few inches, bend them tightly around Carrie’s middle again, and lift. With another squeak, she clasped her hands around his neck as her feet dangled above the floor.
Executing a quick about-face, he stalked straight into his bedroom, not stopping until the backs of her legs were touching his bed. He slowly lowered her feet to the floor, his hands now moving to the zipper in the back of her dress. Taking his time, he lowered the zipper, each click of the teeth sounding out in the room. When it reached her ass, he stepped back, and his gaze followed the movement of the material as it slid off her shoulders, snagging slightly on her breasts, then dropping all the way to the floor. Now clad in a demi-bra, her full breasts spilling out of the top, and tiny panties, she kept her arms on his biceps as he drank her in.
With a deft move of his fingers at her back, her demi-bra was unsnapped and dropped to the floor as well.
His hands moved to her breasts, full and heavy, and he lifted each one, his thumb swiping over her taut nipples. “I’ve been admiring your figure for a long time, babe,” he confessed, “but your tits are more beautiful than I could’ve ever imagined.” He bent and latched his lips around one of her nipples, sucking hard, and heard her gasp. He moved from one to the other and back again until she shifted forward and began rubbing her front on his hard erection as though desperately seeking ease to the friction that she so needed.
Feeling as though he might come in his pants like an untried teenager, Colt lifted his head away from her luscious breasts and dragged in a ragged breath. Her fingers immediately went to the buttons on his shirt, and he was glad she had more dexterity than he because he might have just ripped the buttons straight off. Her breasts touched his chest again as she leaned forward to pull the shirt off of his shoulders. He quickly tossed the shirt onto the floor while her hands were unbuckling his belt.
She worked with the same desperation that he felt, and soon his cock was free, bobbing outward, a drop of pre-cum on its tip. He had wanted their first time to be slow and gentle, full of finesse and care. But she dropped to her knees, pulling his pants down about his ankles, and took him in her mouth. He threw his head back as his hands clutched in her hair, her head moving up and down as her mouth licked and sucked and tongued his erection.
Taking him almost to the breaking point, he reached down and pulled her back and pushed her gently onto the bed. Kicking off his boots, he stepped out of his pants and boxers, fisting his aching cock. He leaned over and grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on. Looming over her, he grabbed her panties and pulled them off, leaving her heels on. With her ass at the edge of the bed, he lifted her legs, exposing her slick sex to him, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils.
It had been a long time, and he had a feeling it had been even longer for her. Wanting to make it special, she reached her hands up toward him and moaned, “Please, just take me.”
Bending over her, he lifted one of her legs to his shoulder, placed his cock at her entrance, and plunged. Her tight walls sheathed him, and once he was seated, he had to catch his breath, uncertain how long he could hold off. “Can you take it? This first time may be hard and fast.”
Her blue eyes held his gaze, and a slow smile curved her lips. “I can take whatever you want to give.”
He dragged his cock back out before plunging it in again, over and over. Her breasts bounced with each movement, and he reached up, palming their fullness before tweaking her dark nipples.
She came hard, her inner muscles grabbing him, and he felt his balls tighten and the burn shoot through him as he came right along with her. Letting go of her breasts, he planted his hands on the mattress right by her hips and continued to thrust until every drop was drained.
His legs, suddenly weak, were about to give out, and he regretfully pulled out of her body as he sucked in great gulps of air. Feeling as though he had run a marathon, his chest heaved with the effort of breathing. Finally dropping his chin so that he could stare at her, he found her gaze on him, her lips still curving into a gentle smile.
“Wow.”
Hearing that one word from her and a chuckle erupt from deep in his chest, he nodded. “Fuck yeah, wow.” He stalked into the master bathroom, took care of the condom, and washed his hands while letting the water get warm. Wetting a washcloth, he came back out and saw her sitting on the edge of the bed. “Uh-uh,” he grunted, adding, “lay back down.”
She obeyed easily, and he gently cleaned between her legs then tossed the cloth onto his nightstand. Kneeling, he slid her shoes off her feet and climbed onto the bed, dragging her body completely onto the mattress.
“I take it we’re not going to dinner,” she said, her smile piercing his heart.
“Babe, now that I’ve had a taste, I think you’re the only thing I want.”
Laughing, she said, “Then take your fill.”
He rolled her under him, kissing her until his cock was aching once again. Sliding down between her legs, he kissed her inner thighs before latching onto her clit, sucking it deeply. With his fingers and his tongue, he fucked her again until she came hard against his face.
“Oh, God, I didn’t think I could come again,” she moaned.
He moved back up onto the mattress, rolled to his back, and settled her body on top of his. “Do you have enough energy to ride me, babe?”
Licking her lips, she said, “Well, I can get us started, and if I get tired…”
He rolled on a condom and said, “Then I’ll carry us across the finish line.”
With that, she lifted on her knees and settled her body over his cock, once again sheathing him. With her hands on his shoulders and her breasts bouncing with every movement, she rode him. When she finally tired, he grasped her full hips in his large hands, lifted her slightly and then began pumping his hips up and down.
She was so close, it only took a moment for her to throw her head back and cry out once more, her inner muscles clenching around him. With one last upward thrust, he poured himself into her once again.
This time, she crashed down upon his stomach, eliciting an ‘umph’ as the air was forced from his lungs. Wrapping his arms around her, they slowly allowed their bodies to cool and their breathing to even before he gently laid her to the side. Once more dealing with the condom, he cleaned her again.
“I feel bad about dinner,” he said. Catching her lifted eyebrow, he laughed and added, “I didn’t say I feel bad about what we did to miss dinner…just that I feel bad that I haven’t fed you yet.”
“Let
me get dressed, and I’ll fix us something,” she suggested.
Scowling, he replied, “What kind of man would I be to make you fix dinner after promising to take you out?”
He was still standing by the bed, and she got up on her knees, moving directly to him. Pressing her naked body against his, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Colt, we can go out to eat at any time. I don’t feel slighted in the least.” Giggling, she glanced down at his half-erect cock and added, “Believe me, I don’t feel slighted!”
He chuckled, but she was not finished. Continuing, she said, “Seriously, we can go to dinner anytime. We’ve got plenty of food in the refrigerator that I can heat up quickly. Jack is gone. George is gone. So we can take advantage of getting to know each other better while we have the house to ourselves.”
Her gaze was trusting and open, something he had grown to love about her. He knew her words were true…she did not need a fancy restaurant or an expensive meal. She just wanted to be around people that she cared for, and the realization that he was one of those struck him deep.
He reached his hands up to cup her cheeks, his thumbs running over her soft skin. Bending, he kissed her again, this time lighter and softer, but with just as much promise as any of his other kisses. “Okay, babe. Let’s get dressed and we’ll heat up something together. We’ll make the most of tonight, and how about I take you to breakfast tomorrow?”
“You’re on,” she said, her eyes bright. “But it has to be somewhere other than The Diner!”
Laughing, he swatted her ass as she climbed off the bed. A few minutes later, they were both dressed in comfortable clothes, heading downstairs to the kitchen.
It did not take long for Carrie to serve some of the cold fried chicken that she had brought home, finding leftover potato salad and baked beans as well. Steaming green beans in the microwave, she soon plated a simple meal. Colt grabbed a couple of beers from the refrigerator.
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